I have none.
She laughs softly. “Wow. That’s tragic.”
Yeah.
I had no time for happiness. I was always trying to be a golden boy.
I point toward the trophies lined up on the shelf.
“Ouch,” she says. She exhales, then shrugs. “Well, lucky for you, there’s no timeline for happiness.”
I raise a brow.
“But we do have limited time,” she adds. “So you’d better find it quick.”
I nod at her.
Maybe she’s my happiness.
“You’re a big pile of chaos,” she chuckles. “Nightmares. Not being able to talk. Fuckboy. Trouble boy. List goes on.”
I push her shoulder lightly.
“Cha-os,” she says, dragging the word out.
I smirk, glance down at my phone, then type.
If I’m chaos, you can be ruin.
“Ruin?” She laughs and shrugs. “Well, I guess it’s true. I do ruin everything I touch.”
I laugh, then type.
You can’t ruin me.
I lock eyes with her and sign,Little sister.
“Good night, Chaos,” she says as she stands. She turns and signs back,Brother.
She steps onto the railing and twists around, jumping back to her balcony. A moment later, I hear her door slide shut.
Shit.
My gaze drops to the gold chain still hanging around my neck, the two keys resting against my chest.
How the fuck did you get out?
I message her.
Magic.
She replies.
Carmen… ??
Catherine came earlier with the spare key. ??
So you decided to stay, huh?
